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I'm going back to work today at the actual library branch and instead of being anxious about things that it would actually make sense to be anxious about (virus exposure, etc), I am instead beset by worries about having to talk to people again and what if I mess up my job somehow and everyone realizes that I am in fact very bad at it and I get fired.

Social anxiety is so fucking stupid.

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Okay, I am not actually bad at my job (hooray!) but also, it turns out that 3 months is definitely enough time for my body to just entirely forget how physically tiring my job is.

Books are heavy! We have a lot of backlog to process and no parts of the shift where it's my job to sit at a desk and answer questions (since there are no patrons in the building), so it's all lifting and moving books all the time! We're on short shifts this week and it's a good thing, because 5 hours of nothing but continuous check-in and shelving is fucking exhausting.

On the plus side, no patrons in the building means I get to listen to music while I shelve. So that's cool.